The White Lady is sent to negotiate with the Mantis Lords. This is vore site - you can probably guess what happens next. Hope you enjoy!

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The White Lady didn’t want to be here. She should’ve been in the White Palace, handling the logistics of supply orders or the trade relations between Dirtmouth and the City of Tears. Instead, she was here in the Mantis Village, doing sweet nothing with her time. Time which, by the way, was very valuable considering her status as the Queen of Hallownest. The last thing she wanted to be doing was trying to talk some isolationist and antagonistic strangers out of attacking her supply and tram lines - yet here she was. She sat before the three thrones of the Mantis Lords in her regal blue gown, waiting for the trio to finish bickering amongst themselves. Far as she could hear, they seemed to be discussing if it was worth it to just cut her down here and now for having the insolence of tramping into their territory and demanding this meeting.

“I wouldn’t suggest that if I were you,” the White Lady volunteered. “Remember that I am Queen of this Kingdom for a reason - and I only had to ‘storm into’ this place because nobody would allow me to enter.”

The central sister, who seemed to speak for the others when they wished to present a united front, stood up and addressed her. “It matters not! You marched into our territory as if you owned it - a hubris which, if my sister on my left here had her way, would herald your death.”

The White Lady huffed a breath. “All I wished to ask is that you stop attacking the citizens of Hallownest!”

“Then they should stay away from our tribe,” the Mantis Lord said again as her sisters nodded in affirmation. “Now, your insolence at remaining where you are clearly not welcome is making me consider why I haven’t yet given the order to rip you apart.”

“Because I’ve been given free reign from the Pale King to do, in his words, ‘anything you deem necessary’ in order to resolve this dispute.” The Lady crossed her rather large legs, and stared down the Lords one-by-one before continuing. “I feel you should be informed that I am a Higher Being of immense power and also of loose morality. If you decide to escalate things to the level of violence, well, let me just say I have quite the enjoyable punishment planned for your entire lot.”

The head Mantis scoffed. “Such as what?”

The Lady smirked, and rubbed her belly as it gurgled. She re-crossed her legs, showing off her immense hips and thighs, and shifted in her seat as if to show off her rump. “I will only say that these curves of mine didn’t come from nowhere. If you keep pushing me, you will find out exactly where I got them from.”

“What prattle! Threats will get you nowhere,” the left Mantis Lord said. “In fact, I tire of this. And if you’re going to try and intimidate us in our own dwelling, I shall see you out myself!” She stood, and readied her weapon. Her two sisters gestured and called for her to stop, but the hot headed warrior was already flash stepping through the air, appearing next to the White Lady with her spear aimed at the Queen’s chest. Then the roots burst from the ground, and entrapped them.

The White Lady sighed. “Don’t say you weren’t warned. Now, let me show you exactly what I do to those who refuse to listen.”

She stood up, and stroked the cheek of the Mantis Lord, who was now thrashing against the roots which bound her. The White Lady came right up to her, as if to kiss her, before opening her mouth wide and using the roots to shove the Mantis inside. She gulped and swallowed them within moments, clearly experienced with doing this to other insects. There was nothing left of the Mantis Lord then, except for a flurry of bulging blows pushing out the sides of the Root’s stomach.

The head Mantis Lord went to give a command to her remaining sister, but the White Lady was already grasping the two remaining warriors with thick roots. They soon joined their sister as the Queen of Hallownest shoved them down her throat with the fat tendrils, swallowing them heavily in the same go, their two forms making a huge bulge on her throat as they fell down and down into her awaiting gut. Once there, the three Mantis Lord’s thrashed and fought about, cries of vengeance audible through the fat.

“Alright, so that’s the troublesome leaders taken care of,” the White Lady said, partly to the figures wrestling in her belly. “Perhaps, if they’d been more hospitable, I might leave things at that. But I could never let such disrespect stand! There’s no choice, sadly, but to punish the whole lot.” She slapped her belly and looked at the surrounding village. “Besides, I want to see what such a feast could do for my figure!”

So, she began stalking through the halls of the Mantis Village, devouring all she saw. Every warrior and every pedestrian she saw vanished down her gullet, her heavy arms and mighty roots delivering them to their final destination. She swallowed them in thick gulps, eating dozens and dozens of them. Her stomach grew and widened, and was filled with the raging and desperate forms and voices of those she had eaten. Even when the White Lady felt full, she kept going, finding more Mantises who’d been hiding out or avoided her notice, not wanting to stop until she got absolutely every last one of them.

“So many of them!” the White Lady said as she cleared out another building in the Village, her stomach full of many dozens of bugs by now. “I think that might’ve been all. At least, I can’t sense any others nearby. Think on the bright side in there: all of you will be together in the end! Your people will go a long way towards serving a higher power.”

Her robe had long since ripped open at the chest, allowing her massive belly to roll freely out, standing in front of the White Lady as tall as she was, filled with struggling and writhing mantises, all of whom were shouting and brawling angrily in a bid for escape. Amused by their plight, the White Lady rested her hands on her stomach, and patted the angry bulges and frightful swipes which pressed out the sides of her gut. There were so many in there, and all of them were going to end up as part of her beauty. It was so wondrous to think about, and the fun part hadn’t even arrived yet.

For that, she would need to speed things up some. She summoned up a set of roots from the surrounding area, and wrapped them around her stomach. “Come now,” she said, patting her middle again and feeling the Mantis Lords somewhere in the middle of the mass, still roaring and raging. “Why not try and get closer to your brethren in there?”

She slowly wove the roots tighter, pressing and compacting her stomach. She felt the bodies in there press closer together, the cries growing more panicked and fearful. Then, the White Lady leaned over, tall body cradling her gut with her long arms. A graceful and calm look passed over her face, under which lay a layer of pure and uncut malice. “Go,” she said, “go on and get a bit closer.”

Clenching her stomach as she pressed in with the roots and vines, there was a terrible crushing and cracking inside her stomach as the mantises were pushed so close together, the gut breaking their bodies and beginning to melt them all away. She pressed in harder, and heard their cries be covered entirely by the gurglings of her gut and the noises of their bones breaking and shattering under the pressure. The Lady kept pressing in, feeling her stomach slosh heavily, already churning some of them in there away, and continued her assault, clenching and squishing her stomach as each horrible instance ruined the forms inside of her, making them easier to degrade into sludge.

It took a great amount of abuse, but her stomach finally began to shrink bit-by-bit. She was able to feel their presences fading as her stomach claimed them - and the White Lady made sure that her body would absorb their souls as well as their corporeal forms. Their very beings would be nothing more than fat and curves on her already-wondrous body. Nothing left of them but Root ass and hip and thigh.

She felt her belly grow softer and sloshier as the solids inside turned into liquids. The solid bodies melting away into a thick gutsludge. Already her body was making great use of this new chyme, and was absorbing it, pumping it thickly through her. It was hard to tell, as it was still so early, but she was already gaining weight, the sides of her robe starting to grow a bit taut under the press of the new curves inside…

Soon the White Lady felt that only a spare few souls were still alive in that sloshy and full gut. The rest of them were already gone, being absorbed into her wonderful body. The Lady squeezed her belly, and felt it contract, felt the sludge inside get sucked greedily from her stomach. The bworps and glorps of digestion filled the entire village, replacing the former sounds of conversation and training. Now there was only the Root and her endless beauty. The souls in her middle vanishing as her body grew. And it grew so well!

Her body and curves expanded rapidly. First there was her chest, which swelled out until it ripped her blue dress, her massive breasts increasing many cup sizes and growing large enough that she’d have to hold one with both hands to lift effectively. The lower part of her dress ripped as her hips and thighs expanded to become larger than all four of the mantis thrones put together, and her rear became large enough to flatten them all into dust if she had taken a seat. She wasn’t even done yet, and already this Tribe was doing such magic to her body.

The last screams and struggles died inside of the Root’s stomach. She patted and rubbed her belly, sensing the souls slipping away until only three remained. The Mantis Lords themselves, she assumed. They were the strongest and hardiest of the bunch, so it’d make sense that they’d take longer to melt away than the others. Though, judging from how they sloshed around in her stomach, there wasn’t much left of them by now. They’d join the rest of the Tribe soon enough - but not before feeling the rest of their Tribe pump thickly through the Lady’s body.

There was nothing for the Queen of Hallownest to do now but wait for the Mantis Tribe to be processed into weight. She felt up her fertility goddess curves, all of them growing in size, filled with the bodies and souls of all the mantises she had eaten. As her belly shrunk further, coming back to a much more reasonable size, that body swelled to heights the Lady could’ve only dreamed of before. She tossed the ripped and tattered robe from her body, exposing a chest large as two Booflies pressed together, and hips that could wreck any entrance in the Kingdom, with an ass huger than even that, so massive as to be seen from her front.

Most of the Mantis Tribe had now been digested. There still remained a good deal of chyme in the White Lady’s stomach, swirling around in there, as well as the three Mantis Lords who somehow held on despite having been melted into gutsludge.

“I see we’ve come to quite the agreeable conclusion,” the White Lady said, slapping her stomach and feeling it wobble. “I believe this will end the aggressions between our White Palace and your Tribe! Now, why don’t I take you back to the Pale King, so he can see how today’s arrangements went?” She paused, and gave a wink at her stomach, along with a small smile and a smack of her ass. “And worry not, I will bring the rest of your Tribe along for the trip!”

The White Lady proceeded to do exactly that, dragging her massive and plump body all the way back to the White Palace, attracting lustful and confused looks all the way back. At several passersby, she raised a thigh seductively, before giving her ass, which was by then large enough to reduce just about any chair or throne or whatever to dust beneath it, a firm and heavy shake. By the time she was back at the White Palace, guts still gurgling with the three Mantis Lords who still remained in there, the rest of the Tribe was quite gone. Nothing of their bodies or souls remained, they had been so thoroughly claimed by the Root.

She retired for her chambers, and waited there for the King, nursing her still-shrinking stomach on the now too-small bed. Her belly, hips and thighs all spilled off the sides of the thing, despite it having been specialty-made for her in the first place. It creaked and groaned under her, sometimes terribly so, as if it were only one splintering away from complete collapse. But the destruction never came, leaving the formidable piece of furniture to creak in perpetual misery. While she was waiting, the last of the Mantis Tribe save for their leaders vanished, their sludge being greedily sucked from her stomach.

“Would you feel that? I’m afraid you three are the only ones left of your species here in Hallownest,” she said. “Now, why don’t I do something special for you, since you all lasted until the very end? Let me find that book of spells, I know it’s around here somewhere…”

The Pale King returned sometimes later, exhausted from a long and fruitless series of conversations with various other rulers of Hallownest. What he hoped most for, when he walked through his bedroom door, was to hear good news from his wife. To see that the Mantis situation had been resolved conclusively, so he would not need to think or care of it anymore. So when he entered, and saw the White Lady laying fat as Baradoon and five times the fertility goddess as she’d been before, he could only let out a maniacal chuckle.

“I see they gave you some trouble, dear?”

“I’m afraid so, yes,” the White Lady said. “They simply wouldn’t listen to reason! I had simply no choice but to resort to force, you see.”

“Very… regrettable,” the King said, coming up beside his wife and salivating at her curves. “But I see you’ve put them to very good use! But I must ask, what became of their leaders, those Sisters of Battle, I believe they were called?”

“Why don’t you see for yourself?” the White Lady said with a wink, turning around to reveal her massive rump, many times larger than it had been the previous morning. It was huge enough now that it would need its only separate bed to fully fit. But the most notable thing was that, on the left asscheek, there were three tattooed facemarks of the Mantis Lords, laying on her rear in such a way that the King would inevitably slap against them whenever he fucked his wife.

The sight, along with how massive and wonderful his wife had become, was an open invitation for the King to wreck her rear, and make use of all the new weight that had been added to her body. He did not wait to seize the opportunity, and the Pale King and White Lady spent the rest of that night making very good use of the Mantis Tribe, and especially the once-proud Mantis Lords.

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